a thing about times that any sequential chronological arrangement of events within it is bound like representing the earthly sphere on a radically smaller two dimensional surface to be not only distorted but just plain wrong compare the whonym who hasnt left its tokyo condo but has studied all the maps of the world and the whonym who hasnt looked at any maps but has crossed by boat or foot or bicycle all the terrain theyll both in the end be nuts of course but at least the latter will know what its talking about sure you say but this is a false binary sure i say but timemaps dont have the limitations of spacemaps and our timemap is calloohar and this is confessing
you say this is all just another terrible bloated boring gratuitous uncontrolled fatuous awful untalented willed secondhand irritating supercilious infantile ramble something says better that than the poo pork times and the urinal of american literature in the reading stand by your unethical dumpster
a poo jokes a real joke says granny ı
for wit has forgotten the earth
weve had to to build heavily insulated cloisters where neither internet nor advertising can enter in which ignorance of all politics is guarded and cultivated speed numbers effectsofsurprise contrast size novelty credulity are despised here and on certain days visitors come to look through iron bars at a few specimens of freedom
what a routine tragedy to see strong minds devoted to trivial things such as empires historicevents the thundering of cannons and the management and rule of whonyms
most whonyms hook up with other whonyms who are just like them profs with profs grads with grads transitdrivers with dransittrivers professionals with professionals astronauts with astronauts and psychonauts with psychonauts they say oh were not at all like each other but expose the prof couple to the ittransdrivers and theyll say youre exactly alike how much more interesting to put a psychonaut ecowarrior with a republican amerikan senator a prof with a supermarketcashier a correctionalofficer with a therapist an assistantmanagerofplums with an asphalttechnician boring‽ frustrating‽ futile‽ of course but all beauty if its born at alls from such things to have nothing to talk about with your partner to be continuously misunderstood to have none of the same friends to have vast disparity in income education ambition and interests if we were even a remotely mature species this is what wed be after that is diversity this is confessing and the fulfillment of the loneliness thats naturally ours
the vicissitudes of the day for the soul whatever ie to bop around to thirteen disparate regions in one sun cycle jetlagged as nature drugged as the elohim and hold oneself together or be held together by whatever holds together to call this a day or a self to not know how transacting with societys accomplished being as i am a blued bapybara with negative eleven heads and a penis that looks like the amazon drainage basin a swamp rabbit of chthonia i flop from disaster to disaster enfeebled and hapless and the landscapes no different than my digits mysticism achieved dear gog and teresa of norwich the unity of unities looks like a vomitorium enlightenment a latrine
once upon a blimey there was a whonym female and a whonym male and among doing other things they manufactured five whonym children the first became a leading orthopedic surgeon the second became president of amerika the third became a corporate finance lawyer the fourth became a worldrenowned scholar in something i dont remember and the fifth became a boutique online dealer of organic psilocybe cubensis though the other four thought the fifth was actually a stenographer though whats a stenographer in either case a loser and while the fifth was ostensibly invited to family functions it stayed away the reason why number five didnt make it as they say is unknown to time as both parents now have dementia so bad they think theyre tetrigidae but let me tell you its because during the first four copulations the missus was hohumhohum get the seed in and the mister was hohumhohum weve done this before but on the fifth the missus was ohyeahbabyfuckmybrains out and the mister was ohyeahbabyimdoinufrmevryanglfrvr and this wasnt only because this mister may notve been the other mister but also for a buncha reasons weve put into our seminal semen seminality the woowoo coitus of the mother of the president of amerika (doomsbury: cumdun 2027)
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